The other Five agents - the two still on their feet - were pulling their unconscious opponents from the wreckage, not to mention the secured Russian, just in case it did explode, just as Oliver settled beside Q and Bond, laying out the injured driver. He looked up at the double-o at his question, hands pressed over the man's chest to keep a pressure point on his wound, and then his eyes cut away to Q, who looked the worse for wear. Fortunately, approaching sirens heralded the arrival of both police and ambulances.

"Apparently," he replied, since he doubted that Q was trembling because of shock, and kept one hand on the wound at all times as he pulled off his jacket, bunching it up to stow off the flow of blood. "The blade responsible's in the back of the van," he added, since having it would make identifying the poison that much easier, but he was hardly going to stop what he was doing to go and retrieve it himself.